goddamn it, now. goddamn it, now. goddamn it, now. goddamn it, now. my name isn't taco, you know, my name is filip, sitting on a porch chair, today i just don't care, grab my friend's phone, "hey, do you have any porn there"?, overheard by female passerbys, there goes that long stare, fuck ya'll bitches and glowing hair, fuck your shoes and your gear, pierced boobs and your ears, fuck your blues and your chop'n'screws and your rocking rolls, my genre is indie-folk-low-fi-post-weird, i'm beloved and ignored, most loved and most feared, i'm a white european boy, best believe it boy, so much "weird" in my lyrics that i'll never be employed, latest ploy, rape freud with a phallic-shaped toy, ask him for analysis, while my phallus is showing, never been rich or piss-poor. is it wrong?, always low self-esteem, like "what'd i get that kiss for?", and then my ego exploded. explode, suddenly feeling like god when he's blowing his load, on the face of his favorite pope, screaming: "baby choke", then he's sucking on a blunt laced with his favorite dope, screaming, quote: "fuck africa. i'm gonna leave'em broke, whole world is a pile of fucking dirt, semen soaked", oh, yes indeed. funny how he never say these things in press release, i'm hungry. not rap-wise, hungry for lebanese, and instead saying grace, i will be resting in peace, goddamn it now, goddamn it, now, i just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now, gimme me a trampoline, give me a tambourin, red wine, blueberries and a gram of green, goddamn it now. goddamn it now, i just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now, gimme me a trampoline and a tambourin, red wine blueberries and a gram of green, goddamn it, now, young hems, what the dealy?, my name isn't taco, you know, my name is filip, and i'm from a town that's been burned to the ground, that's why i'm never down, 'less you stab my achilles, i think i'm big meech and bronsonelli, fuck the crowd in the mouth, get your tonsils ready, i'm rocking wilma's bed and locking jaws with betty, i'm 'bout to spit the vomit on y'all. mom's spaghetti, invited to biggie's house and his parties are heavy, i tried to carpool but i couldn't get my balls in the chevy, i got there late but i still shook some hands and got me a bevy, and biggie's asking me why i'm no longer rapping as fv, because of hopsin, i told him, now i rapping with a name from fifa manager mode, oh, and i'm a yiddo. hungry like a hippo, keep your lips closed, kid or i'll damage your folks, party on, yeah, the bitches were big fun, but i'm in the kitchen eating freaking chicken with big pun, he wants the last piece, he's licking his damn teeth, i'm saying like "aight, peace", but i grab it and make a run, "son, i beg your pardon!", when i'm hungry i got bronson fronting steak with garlic, then we're having fondue or whatever you call it, i woke up in my apartment, a half-dead alcoholic, goddamn it, now. goddamn it, now. goddamn it, now, i just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now, gimme me a trampoline, give me a tambourin, red wine, blueberries and a gram of green, goddamn it, now. goddamn, it now, i just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now, gimme me a trampoline and a tambourin, red wine blueberries and a gram of green, goddamn it, now. goddamn it, now. goddamn it, now. and i'm from a town that's been burned to the ground, that's why i'm never down, 'less you stab my achilles
